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finals are done with.
i'm sitting here in an empty house.
not even my own, a friend's on loan.
its cool and silent, only the birds chirping.
my car is packed.
all i have to do is walk out the door and start driving.
but the funny thing is, i don't want to.
maybe i want to travel in darkness.
hidden from the world.
creeping the road ways
with mystery exuding from my presence.
for every second of three hours that i drive,
i'm getting further and further away:
not just of a place i thought i would never call home,
but of a summer spent in isolation. literally.
no friends.
no people.
just the routine of books and school
and faces, too caught up in their loneliness
to realize what could have been.
in a sense it was sad.
but in every sense it was needed.
as a friend once wrote,
"war is
time--
fast when you need it,
slow when you don't."
i needed this time to reflect on what was, and what still is.
for once in my life, i'm not constantly thinking about the future.
i have my dream, and that's all that care to take forward with me.
i've been living in the moment, something new to me.
past friends are now out of touch.
close friends seemed to fade.
new ones have shed new light.
new family bonds have been made,
but old fire still burns.
she and me, we will never see eye to eye.
i look at her and see no sense of understanding.
or even the effort to.
i can only see pain in the future.
only the thought of the aforementioned friends brings be comfort.
summer. why is it so enchanting?
i'm so burned out.
it is going to be ok.
...or is it?
i'm sitting here in an empty house.
not even my own, a friend's on loan.
its cool and silent, only the birds chirping.
my car is packed.
all i have to do is walk out the door and start driving.
but the funny thing is, i don't want to.
maybe i want to travel in darkness.
hidden from the world.
creeping the road ways
with mystery exuding from my presence.
for every second of three hours that i drive,
i'm getting further and further away:
not just of a place i thought i would never call home,
but of a summer spent in isolation. literally.
no friends.
no people.
just the routine of books and school
and faces, too caught up in their loneliness
to realize what could have been.
in a sense it was sad.
but in every sense it was needed.
as a friend once wrote,
"war is
time--
fast when you need it,
slow when you don't."
i needed this time to reflect on what was, and what still is.
for once in my life, i'm not constantly thinking about the future.
i have my dream, and that's all that care to take forward with me.
i've been living in the moment, something new to me.
past friends are now out of touch.
close friends seemed to fade.
new ones have shed new light.
new family bonds have been made,
but old fire still burns.
she and me, we will never see eye to eye.
i look at her and see no sense of understanding.
or even the effort to.
i can only see pain in the future.
only the thought of the aforementioned friends brings be comfort.
summer. why is it so enchanting?
i'm so burned out.
it is going to be ok.
...or is it?